Idle Words
by
Heather Jackson
(Age: 30)
copyright 05-10-2004
Age Rating: 16 to 127
You’ve heard them all
Marked them all down
One after another
I let them spill
Thoughtlessly forth
One after another
And you’ve grieved, too
Or rejoiced each time
One after another
But you grieved more
Wept eternal tears
One after another
As anger or hurt
Or bitterness came
One after another
Each more often
Than your blessings
One after another
That you so longed
To see poured out
One after another
On aching souls
On broken hearts
One after another
And I instead
Struck crushing blows
One after another
Never heeding
Where they might fall
One after another
Ignoring you
Your pleading calls
One after another
I abused them
These, your great gifts
One after another
I’m unworthy
Though you show me
One after another
Unboundless grace
Forgive my sins
One after another
I come again
My faults numbered
One after another
Grace refusing
Forgetfulness
One after another
You remind me
Everything
One after another
I have spoken
For good or ill
One after another
And here am I
Regretting them
One after another
Wishing that I
Could retrieve them
One after another
Because I’m sorry
By them I’m shamed
One after another
To live daily
Obedience
One after another
When I forget
Each day I do
One after another
Please remind me
Of the high costs
One after another
Of each of these
My idle words
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Its's like getting hit so many times that you become numb or dead to even pain as well as pleasure. Even what may seem harmless, if repeated thoughtlessly, can be hurtful. It reminds me to be more vigilant and attentive to what I say and do. The format of the piece lends itself that association in my opinion.
Words rocking me, one after another...
Thoughts speaking to me, one after another...
of things we've done or said
awake or in bed
while others have bled
for daring to tread
where we thoughtlessly go
and fail consciously know
the harm that we inevitably throw
again and again
one after another after another after another...
:-)
I agree with Heather. Sometimes words just slip from our tongues, before we get to edit, and all you can do is hope that if when they do come out wrong the person on the receiving end will be forgiving enough to allow you another chance to speak more carefully.
I enjoyed reading. It would be interesting to see how it would read if you broke the poem up into verses, instead of as one continuous verse.